All the 'I's together
I am too lazy to carry
a helmet and so I ride bare head
I feel too lazy to put
on a seat belt so I just drive away
I feel too boring
waiting on a signal, so I break it and find a way
Well you know it's
easy, I don't like rules so I live my way!!
I know I am supposed
to pay the tax and be loyal
But then cheating tax
is more fun than savings, get a trail!
I know I shouldn't buy
cricket tickets in black
But "chalta Hai
Yar" no one gives a damn!
I steal headsets from
Tejas express, I write ugly things on walls of buses
I stop on road side to
pee while driving and never have I bothered about it more or less
I like breaking
queues, and getting my things done faster
My toddler is watching
me do this and guess who's the next master?
I am on Facebook, l use
it actively but have lesser real friends,
So I find random
girl's profile and spam her with shittiest message I can ever make
I went to the area
where shilpi lives, we planned to study together
I asked an aunty to
find her address and then she took me along her.
I don't know what
happened amidst the time; I was pushed and locked in a house
Now I am somewhere
trafficked in a dessert dealing with unknowns of the owls!
I married a women who
helped me in my fields, she bore happily all the scars
But I hit her, wound
her in anger, as she protested against my favorite wine bar
I became Uncle. My big
brother got a daughter, white as dove was she.
Slowly after months
she crawled then chirped with cheeks all blushy,
And then one day she
hopped to her uncle's lap as to climb a tower,
But my lust wondered
how it feels to crush such a fresh and innocent flower.
I wear saree and my
friend wears burkha, because it's said by our men.
They think it keeps
our culture alive and as wearing jeans is a bad omen.
I own huge properties
in country, that unbeaten lawyer is my friend
I wanted to fit my
cash during demonetization
My friend helped me,
now I am holidaying in England!
I and friends gather
at old tree even today at our 50s for talks and laughter
The hut near the tree
is all new where lives the family of a Potter.
He has a teen daughter,
who helps him in pot making,
But we plot to abduct
and molest her and feel like a conqueror king.
I
protested against unemployment, I faked a pakoda stall,
Lest
I remember, I was rejected due to lack of skills from all the interview calls
I want some temple,
some mosque and some church.
I publish how great is
my value and culture
I make sure my God is
present in all of the world parts
Such 'I's usually
forget to check their hearts
I protest on roads for
strengthening my reservation, burn tires and gasket
My dad is an
officer, owns a Mansion in Worli, but my strength is still my caste certificate.
Some really deserve
the reservation I get, but that's not my worry,
I want things to come
easy at me, even my bread, butter and curry!
I am angered by mis-happenings;
I feel my country is bad
I write blogs, posts
and poems, just like this one I had.
I feel it's good to go
abroad; I speak this often to my friend
But if Amir doesn't
even says so, I sulk and call it a publicity trend
I
am so confused, I keep watching news
I
don’t understand what’s right and wrong
I
don’t know who is worth, whom should I vote
As
all sing the same diplomatic song.
It all starts small, and
then it gets bigger, like a snow ball,
Better we unite sooner; we
never know which is a last call…
Our country will be called "The golden bird" again when these 'I's will start thinking about others or atleast peep into their hearts even once.
ReplyDeleteIt is rightly said " The pen is mightier than a sword". Keep it up..
It's amezing mam .........
ReplyDeleteReally touching.......
Each and every situation is exactly related somewhere to the real world incidences .......
The words u have used are innocently questioning the hidden childish wishes and some unsaid truths......
These words are forcing to take a step ahead to think to understand ...to live and to let live .......
Nice to read something by u after a long time......
Keep and keep sharing .........
It's indeed my pleasure to read ur articles .....☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺��������������������
Upbringing lessons, practical awareness and a pinch of morals will do I guess ....it will help the 'I' to understand that he owes something to the nation all the time ,will help him stop at an accident and take some action rather than just clicking videos ,will help him contributing something to the nation rather than just criticizing the well oiled government machinery ,will help him understand the difference between supporting feminism online and asking his daughter, girlfriend,wife to dress in limits in real life and lot more ........
ReplyDeleteGood one Aditi ...sharp if I may say so...write more often
Very nice article...keep it up Aditi!!!!
ReplyDeleteVery well written! The world will become far better place if people start looking at themselves first..
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Perfectly depicted a free bird hiding inside every guy. Everyone feels it but very few understand and expresses it. Keep writing, to Aditi and beyond.
ReplyDelete---Sanket Kutumbe
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ReplyDeleteWell done my writer!!
ReplyDeleteVery straight forward and crisp...
You just put forward the thoughts that are going today in every young confused Indian and the dilemma he is hoing trought...
Great to hear from you again!!
Very well drafted!
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Just like you, I am confused too.
Nice thoughts written in such a small blog. Long way to go writer.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts, nicely expressed
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ReplyDeleteWell written
ReplyDeleteSociety goes through different phases... things become normal but only after getting worse
Hope this is the worst phase which would end sooner and Good days are Ahead.
Very Well written Aditi... Very apt..
ReplyDeleteFraming these disturbing thoughts into words is really a difficult task.
Keep it up!!
Very Well written Aditi... Very apt..
ReplyDeleteFraming these disturbing thoughts into words is really a difficult task.
Keep it up!!
Very Well written Aditi... Very apt..
ReplyDeleteFraming these disturbing thoughts into words is really a difficult task.
Keep it up!!
Well written, exactly pointing the darkness and the reason behind all our worries!!!
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